Our week has been filled with setbacks in the form of infections, GVHD, and a nursing strike at UCLA. While the path we trudge is exhausting and the one ahead feels daunting, I am grateful for this moment where our little boy had the strength to get out of bed and the desire to climb back on his bicycle and have a “parade.”
Geoffrey was insistent that Teddy, Raccoon, and Hopper (G’s three stuffed animals) should be a part of the festivities and were seated tightly in the backseat. The Mother’s Day balloon was a gift from child-life that G imagined to be a kite to carry us along. I had the privilege of trying to keep up as I held the IV lines and pushed all of the pumps. This Mother’s Day, the healing isn’t yet complete and my little ones are scattered across the state. I am choosing to celebrate the gift of this unlikely parade.